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“Daddy, please,” I beg him. Need courses through me as he runs the blade along my bottom.
“I’m almost done, buttercup. Then I’m going to turn off this water and you are going to get dry before you go into the bedroom. Remember how I told you to be when you get in there?”
A giggle escapes me. “Yes, Daddy. When you tell me to go to the bedroom, I’m to get on the bed, facing away from the door, on my knees and head on the covers.”
“My little one is being extra nice today, isn’t she?” He winks at me and my pussy clenches. I need his attention so badly, I almost feel like a druggy in need of another shot.
“I’m trying, Daddy.” He puts the razor down and turns my body into the water, moving his hand along my now shaven bottom. Chris uses the water to clean my body, and he smiles at me.
“You are doing great. Now finish washing up, and I will be waiting for you in the bedroom.”
When he leaves, I feel the coolness hit me. When he isn’t around, I’m lonely. Needy for his hands back on me. Not wanting to keep him waiting, I finish my shower and dry my body with a towel. I also blow dry my hair because Daddy says I’m not allowed to go to bed with a wet head.
Walking into the bedroom, I notice Daddy in the corner chair but there’s also a cage on the floor and I wonder if we are getting a pet. Smiling at him, even if I’m nervous, is what keeps me grounded as I climb onto the bed. I turn around, giving him a view of my butt. That’s what he wants from me, so that’s what I give him.
“Good, buttercup. Head down now.” He growls and my walls inside clench. God, that growl does crazy things to me. Lowering my head down, I can’t wait to feel him thrust into me.
“Spread your legs wider.” When I do, I hear him get up from the chair. “Goddamn, little one, your pussy is beautiful bare.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I’m trembling by the time he touches my left thigh.
“I know you saw the cage on the floor at the foot of the bed. Do you want to know what it’s for?”
“Yes, Daddy, please.”
“Oh, buttercup, you beg so pretty.” His hand moves along my hip, and I moan.
I stick my bottom upward for him, and he slaps me. “Don’t move.” His demand isn’t harsh, but I know he means business. My head swims with his dominance and warmth, pushing me to obey. Yet, I want him inside of me, and usually if I push he’ll take me.
“That cage is for you.” He growls into my ear as he bends over me, grabbing my hair and yanking me off the bed.
Shock has me frozen as he forces me down onto all fours on the ground. “Crawl.” HIs tone has changed. I don’t understand it and he already knows I’m going to ask what is going on.
“Don’t worry about what is going on and move your pretty little ass to the cage. No questions, Jasmine.”
I bite my lip, trying to understand why all of a sudden things don’t seem sensual. Why am I going into a cage?
Crawling with shaking arms is hard, but I make it to the cage and try not balk at how resolute it seems.
Chris shuts the door and locks it with a padlock. “You want me to get your friend off for having inappropriate relations with her coach?”
Looking at him, I realize this isn’t Daddy. No, this is the dean of education I’m speaking to. His eyes are laser focused and peering down at me. “Yes, please.”
“Then you are going to stay in the cage and do exactly as I say. Not only with you signing the contract, but this will be your payment for my hard work.”
Now that I understand, I’m not freaking out. Do I like the cage? No. But there’s a pillow, a bottle of water, and a blanket for me. At least there’s that. “I can do that, Daddy.”
I’m trying to bring back Daddy. He’s nicer. Softer. “Good girl. Get on your back, keep your face facing away from the bed.”
As I lie down and face away from the bed just like he said, I can see him getting on his knees in front of me. “Turn your head toward me and open your mouth.”
The cold steel of the cage chills me, but I turn my face to him and he pushes his cock deep inside my mouth.
“Raise your hands above your head and hold onto the top of the cage,” Chris demands of me as he shoves his cock deeper in my throat. It’s the deepest he’s ever been and I choke.
“Swallow.” He cuffs my right wrist to the cage and then the left. I do as he says and feel awkward with my hands and arms stretched upward from my body.
At least the choking sensation is gone. I can handle a blow job. It’s something I have come to realize I enjoy doing for Daddy. It’s that I’m nervous and uncertain of what’s going to happen next.
